Nostalgia isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. We decided to try some archeological exploration with a view to finding traces of the Silver Vixen’s memories of living in Exmouth. Meanwhile, Urban-Cub and Ellie went across to Newton Abbot for some shopping.
The Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen started off be walking down to what used to be called The Docks, and is now The Marina. It has clearly gone upmarket. We wandered around looking for landmarks by which should could recognise where she had lived. The old chalets are long-since gone and replaced by the plush marina development. We found where the swing-bridge had been, and we found the slipway from where she would drop down to the sheltered beach.
From there we walked along the front and then looped back into town. We headed for the museum. We were greeted at the door and introduced to what was covered in the museum. We explained what were were looking for and, as we started to look around, she went ferreting through her books and papers to see if there was anything that would help us find pictures of the old dockside chalets. As small town museums go, it was quite interesting, though some of the stewards were a little boring. By the time we had completed our circuit, there seemed to be several people researching on our behalf. We found some material, but nothing that could be considered a breakthrough.
From the museum we continued to the school and took some photos before heading back into town to see if there were any books in W.H.Smith that covered what we wanted. (The library was closed, by the way). No luck, again.
Back at the house Urban-Cub and Ellie had been struggling with a kite. They had almost got it right, but the tether and string was on the wrong side. The Gorse Fox sorted it out and took Ellie back out to try and fly it in the park. We did manage to get it airborne, but it just went into a spin and nose-dived each time it caught the wind. We gave it a number of tries and then mutually decided to go back to the house.
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